In due course, it maybe that this year now ending will never ring with quite the foreboding of some during the last century; say, 1914 or 1933 or 1939 (or as they are so considered in retrospect rather than the lived experience of those years.) Certainly though, at the very least, 2022 will stand there in the annals as one defined by crises and disruptive influences. It may even turn out to be the year that is the pivot to a new world and economic order, a realignment of interests and expectations; and whether that will be for better or ill only time will tell.
In the short term, it is not to be denied that there are enough reasons to be found for a pessimistic outlook; climate catastrophes and their consequences, energy dependencies and their consequences, geopolitical turmoil – Russian aggression, mixed messaging from China, collective naval-gazing wherever one looks. But there is also cause for some optimism; a pandemic evolving to a manageable endemic state, signs of political and economic stability in the United States (relatively speaking!), indications of the “west” engaging with the “global south” with renewed energy (albeit born out of self-interest) and fresher ideas that go beyond mere words (and markets and profit margins!).
On a personal level, as this year ends, I admit to have well and truly run out of gas in the home stretch! Yes, yes, the pun is more than intended! What has plagued (!) me in the last weeks, I guess I will never now know. Enough to say, my bringing in of the New Year 2023 will be very quiet indeed and it is all I can do to resolve to get myself fit (in body and mind and soul) for all the fights that surely lay ahead; fuelled as they are by fires of discontent – ignited deep within where the narrative of each life resides, or fed from out there in an increasingly fractious world where the big stories are made to then settle as burden upon us all.
My own agenda and aspirations for 2023 are still being mulled over and will be written on in the next week or so.